"Spar?" Mark looks at his counterpart, "you're weaker than me."Unaware of the gate he pushing open, he continues, "what make you think you can keep up?"
Deon look at Mark confused. "You think I care? You weren't even the strongest in your universe, what make you think I can't catch up?" Deon smirks "show me something Invincible."
"Wait!" The Ancient One interrupted. A portal open in between Mark and I, "fight in there I would much prefer my meditation room wasn't destroyed."
"Mirror dimension?" Deon asks, she nods, moving his attention back to mark "what do you say?"
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"You sure you wanna do this?" Mark asks as we stand on a platform surrounded by the mirror dimension. "I don't wanna hurt you."
"What makes you think you can?" Deon flashes a smile. He takes a boxer's stance, shifting his weight back and forth. Moving his ki his sharingan flares to life, its single tomoe spinning slowly around his iris. He beckons Mark with his fist signaling the start of the battle.
Mark wanting to end this early rushes Deon. Throwing an overhand right that most professional fighters couldn't even track, let alone defend against.
Sharingan flaring Deon slip to his right side and lands a knee to his gut. He the. Spins and kick to mark side, pushing him back 10 yards. Smiling at mark he says "you tried to one tap me? It ain't gonna be that easy."
Mark, surprised by his strike failing, looks a Deon differently. His short time training with his father, if he can even call it that, telling him that hat there more to Deon than he can understand. If he had used his a scouter he would realize Deon's power lever is now 102, a small increase, but growing steadily.
Deon not wanting Mark to gain an advantage strikes first. Rushing up, jab, jab, cross, uppercut, all dodged my Mark superior speed and reflexes. Shifting his stance Deon tried for a kick, mark read it and caught it. Planting a kick on Deon chest he sends Deon scuffling across the platform.
Mark returning Deon's smile states "you're strong, but not a strong as me."
"You think so?"
Deon feeling disrespected at that notion stand up, his complex emotions swirling in his head. On one side that was the most pain hit he's ever taken in his life, or second one. On the other side is his new body, his very blood boiling at the thought of backing down, the anger of being pushed aside forcing him back into his stance.
White flame like wisps form around Deon, showing much more power than before. Had either Mark or himself bothered to check you would we his current power level was now explosively rising, 110, 125, 140…. Finally topong out at 180.
His instincts slowly integrating with his conscious mind, moving his ki to his hand. A light similar to the one he created earlier appeared in his hand, pulling more and more ki with every second. Over half of his remaining ki flows into this attack.
Raising his hand to mark, partially blinding him for a moment, "eat this you cocky bastard," the ki fire out of his hands at a pace that exceeded both of their expectations.
Mark crosses his arm in front of him, unable to dodge because of the speed. The ki blast hit him and sends him sliding back 20 yards but ultimately staying on his feet. "Pretty stro-" Mark atremps to say before a strike form Deon forces him to block. "No patience."
"You're the one who has to pay attention." Deon grabs the arm Mark was blocking with pulling him close, sweeping his leg, and turning to throw him over his shoulder. Deon attack stalls as Mark just stops himself mid air.
Pushing Deon down into the ground from above. Backing up Mark decides the battle is over and begins walking to portal that The Ancient One left open.
Deon stands up shakily, his pride hurt more than his body. Was he really this weak, if so he has a long to go. Sulking, he dusts himself off and walks behind mark out the portal.
"How was it?" The Ancient One asks while sipping tea she got form god knows where.
"You were wayching the whole time." Deon say unimpressed, "not like you didn't see me get my ass whooped."
"It wasn't that bad." Mark trying to be nice, "it's not like there a lot you can do against a viltrumite"
"Elite Saiyans can destroy planets, and that's the starting point. I'd barely keep against an army. And against real Saiyan I'd be nothing but fodder." Deon states and he checks over his armor.
"Um…." Mark unsure of what to say, looks to The Ancient One for help.
"I don't mean to sound rude, but it seem like you have less control over your power than mark here. Like a regular person racing in F1."
Deon look at her to continue. "You have ideas about what you would be able to do, but no real experience doing it. Am I correct?"
"Yes."
"So the knowledge you have is theoretical, the best way would be to familiarize yourself with what you can do.
Understand yourself before making any…. Unnecessary Mistakes."
"Y'know Yao you aren't the bad."
Deon then finds himself bound innumerable magic sigils and binding chains.
"How do you know that name?"